PS 3537 
.145 B4 
Copy 1 



Copyright, 1918 

by 

Ethel Audrey Smith 

Silcox. 



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The Milne Printery 
Newport, R. I. 

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To 
Cj. rL. tS. 



SONG 

Out of the sky, the storm, 

And out of the storm, the rain: 

And out of the joy and the thrill of life 
And out of its peace, comes pain! 

Out of the dusk, the night. 

And out of the night, the dew: 

And out of the glare and the heat of life 
And out of its grief, come you! 

Out of the sea, the dawn. 

And out of the dawn, the sun: 

And out of the depths of life, comes love 
And I love you, dear one! 



LONGING 

My heart cried, Give me the sea, 

When I dwelt 'mid the cloisteriDg hills. 

Give me the vastness which thrills 

Finite heart with Infinity. 

Give me great spaces and stars 

O'er the brooding soul of the sea, 

Let me chant in its harmony 

As it silvers in sound o'er its bars: 

I would spell out its mystery 

I would learn why its heart makes moan. 

Match its moods, mate its soul with my own, 

Oh, my heart cried. Give me the sea! 

Now my heart cries, Give me the hills, 
That are far from this restless sea, 
With its changing monotony 
And its hunger which nothing stills. 
Give me green uplands where peace 
Drifts like a dream o'er the soul, 
Enfolding me till I am whole, 
And the hurt of the world doth cease; 
For God walks at dusk o'er the hills 
(All the faint little paths know His feet, 
The dim aisles with His presence are sweet) 
—Oh, the peace of the cloistering hills! 



MEMORIES 

When the day draws in and the wind awakes 

And the shadows begin to creep, 
When the spirit of things of a former time 

Moves over the heart's still deep, 
I pause at the place where I always pause 

When I walk where the memories keep,— 
Once you lay close in my arms asleep, 

When the shadows began to creep. 

When Life draws in and the dark comes close, 

And the silence is very near, 
I shall tell my heart as we stand and wait 

The approach of the final fear. 
How Love once lay in my arms asleep,— 

Was it only in yesteryear?— 
Then I shall look up with a quiet soul. 

When the silence comes very near. 



LOVE AND WORK 

Breath of the dawn, the fresh, new dawn. 

Of faring forth you sing, 
To the untilled glebe or the unfought field, 
To the haunts of men, or the lonely weald,- 

Work, is the word you bring! 

Sigh of the dusk, the close, warm dusk, 

Of fireside dreams you croon: 
Unheedful of harvest, unheedful of sword. 
Forgetful of market or deep forest ford, 
My love will come to me soon! 



RESIGNATION 

I am a stranger and a sojourner on earth 

As all my fathers were: 
Helpless, I stumbled through the gates of birth, - 

I know no homeland here. 

My wine of life in bitterness is pressed, 

Trod out with many a sigh: 
Oh, for the cup of joy, full-brimming, blest, 

To quaff before I die! 



Out of the greyness of the sullen skies. 
The deeper night foregathers: 

With the day's dying, my passion dies, 
—I turn unto my fathers. 



LITTLE WHITE DOVE 

Are you longing for me in the Sometime Land 

Little white soul, little white dove? 
Are you longing for me as I'm longing for you, 
Awaiting the time for dreams to come true? 
Little white dove! 

Here o'er the heart which is yearning for you, 

Dear little head, do you long to rest? 
Sweet eyes are drooping, afreighted with dreams 
Of drifting to me down the drowsy streams,— 
Safe to my breast. 

Come to me, sweet, when the years are told. 

Little white dove, little white soul! 
God make me wise and strong and true 
When you come to me that I may keep you,— 
Little white soul! 



